April 14th, 2018, 2:43am (snakes) (Patreon)

that grass snake green. the way it looked on red pavement. the way little snakes move on pavement but sat still in our hands. the big yellow spots on ink black salamanders in my grandmother's basement, sitting in dirt under boards, near the trickles of water. and yes, the way they didn't get my grandfather's smile right for the showing of his body. every little creature is dead now, that we caught as children. but the trees. the trees in front of that farmhouse would have outlived us all, if the new owners had chosen.